Big Tent Poetry, Poetry

dorothy calling

big tent poetry: this week’s prompt wordles
photo: 2001 space odyssy the cosmic waltz, flickr

love the shift of time travel
as if i found a genie in a bottle
tossed a long time ago and
lands at my feet

the taste of 3 sweet wishes
trying not to peer at his psychedelic poofy pants
i click my feet humming a long forgotten
childhood rhyme

debris field dreams float by like magic
passing the half-eaten whims of another
effortlessly skirting the evidence
swarming stars collide

landing gear descends
the docking station creeps close
my temporary parts give way
exposing the backbone
of a long adventure

captain peecard and number 1
my heart embellishes the rub of his head
who would pass a touch of his lips
blue eyes blazing i forgot to close the door
whoosh the sound screams
of automated time

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